She possesses a memory like an elephant. The heart of a lioness. Her mind, her playground. Her body moving with the precision of a panther. Her loving spirit felt in her touch, seen in her eyes–glowing, dancing when at peace with those around her. Each atom of her being bent, distorted, frayed as she watchedContinue reading “Death of a Queen”
I love you. I want to keep loving you. I leave you now, so I keep loving you. When our eyes meet again–I leave you now, so I love you then.
Singer Musician Writer Man